The mad Qin was strong, the Han dynasty was prosperous, and there was no China after Yashan, and there was no China after the Ming Dynasty.

The top of the end.

The sobbing dark clouds were still loosely curtained in the sky, revealing only some miserable white glimmers, and the bright moon was already neatly dressed, as if waiting for the opening.

"The ovary is destined to die in Qin, and he has entered the bridge to walk. Zuo Han opened a great move, a pillar in the sky, to accompany the red pine swim, and the success of the clothes to go. Aliens and different books, creation is not lightly paid. ”

On the steep mountain wall, a line of large characters is engraved on it.

A man and a woman confronted each other here for a long time, the man was overbearing, upright and awe-inspiring, wearing a Taoist robe, wearing a purple belt, holding a silver-white whisk, his black eyes were radiant, and the skin on his face was becoming more and more moist.

The woman stood with a cold face, her eyebrows were picturesque, her waist and long legs were slender, her posture was heroic, and the woman did not let her eyebrows go, which was not inferior to the temperament of that person.

She frowned angrily, raised the sword in her hand, and pointed at the Taoist in front of her.

The two fought fiercely for a long time, the sword qi and the dust came and went, and they fought for at least nearly a thousand moves, and they always won or lost.

"Wang Chongyang, the more you let me, the more you look down on me."

With the woman's shout, the Taoist had to sigh and shake the dust.

The woman's face was ruddy, obviously extremely angry, the sword was glowing with frosty light, swinging the sword and slashing at the Taoist in front of her, several cold sword qi flew quickly, as if she wanted to pierce the Taoist in the next second.

"Lin Chaoying, what do you want to stop?"

In an instant, the sky suddenly changed dark clouds, the stars dimmed, and rolling thunder flowed faintly above the clouds, and the top of the mountain, where the cicadas were singing and howling, was quiet.

The Daoist's face suddenly changed, with a wave of his big hand, a blue light screen blocked in front of him, but the sword qi was not allowed to take another step forward, the Daoist was full of surprise, stretched out his right hand, his face was heavy, and he hurriedly pinched his fingers to calculate.

After a while, the Taoist put down his hands and muttered in shock, "The comet has fallen, the numerology is confused, and the heavenly dao is covered, is the rumor true?" ”

According to the legend of Tianji Pavilion, more than two hundred years ago, the world's qualifications were insufficient, and their bodies were extremely weak, and even the extremely prestigious "South Murong and North Qiao Feng" at that time was only worthy of reaching the peak of the day after tomorrow, and the mystery of heaven and man had not yet been solved.

In this way, the warrior is unable to break through the difficulties and reach the realm of spiritual wisdom, and his lifespan is no different from that of ordinary people, and he is just a hundred years away from the loess.

It was not until the reappearance of the way of heaven that the immortals descended to the mortal realm to purify all sentient beings and educate the world, so that there was a trend of martial arts prosperity in which warriors could fly to the sky to pick up clouds and enter the sea to smash the yellow dragon.

Originally, Wang Chongyang still scoffed at these legends, the heavenly way in this world was born and raised, and it has existed since the day Pangu opened the sky, if it is said that a certain immortal can complete it, he doesn't believe it.

But what he saw and heard today, his heart was a little shaken, could it be that those were true? This may be an opportunity.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Chaoying, his gaze was not as cold and ruthless as before, but flashed with hope, "If you are really willing, can you wait for me for forty years." ”

The woman smiled, her eyebrows immediately revealed joy, the gentle smile in Mo Che's eyes became thicker and thicker, and her white teeth were extremely bright in the dark night.

"Don't say it's been forty years, you and I are both people who will enter the Lingming Realm, once we solve the mystery of heaven and man, the life of the warrior will not be accepted! You can live for 300 years, you have to talk and count, and you won't regret it when the time comes. ”

Wang Chongyang nodded slightly, in fact, he had already broken through the barrier between heaven and man, and he knew his life, but he had a certain destiny, and even if he had a heart, he was powerless to change it, and in the end he was only afraid of losing the beauty in front of him.

The woman didn't know, but she still got up with a smile and flew away.

Since then, there is suddenly a small Taoist temple on the lonely Zhongnan Mountain, and every night at night, there will be a Taoist standing on the treetop branches silently looking into the distance.

And in the ancient tomb, after the woman went back, the maid and the lady joked with each other, adding a bit of interest to the desolate tomb, and from time to time picked up the pen and paper to draw the appearance of the Taoist that day, and the female red rouge and ink dowry in the room slowly increased.

The next day, after a three-month period of adaptation, Mo Ming finally entered the world of Condor Archery today.

The moment he walked through the endless space tunnel and stepped on the dirt, Mo Ming felt that his whole body was hit hard, his legs were weak, his chest was clogged, and his breath was not flowing smoothly.

"Is it so uncomfortable, I have been adapting to it for three months, but I didn't expect the reaction to come in was stronger than I imagined."

Mo Ming rubbed his shoulders, stretched and softened every inch of muscle, and struggled to get up from the mud puddle.

"Ex, when has the story developed now, has Guo Jing come out of the grassland, and has he met Huang Rong?"

Looking at the sky full of yellow sand flying and the endless sand, how did he feel that he had been transported to the desert, the corners of Mo Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he rubbed his shoulders and asked.

[Sir, there are no electronic frequencies and radio waves in this world, so we cannot receive relevant information. 】

"It's equivalent to saying that everything needs to be explored by yourself, okay, I'll inquire myself, I don't believe that there is so much gold and I can't ask for a message!"

Mo Ming couldn't help but look around, but the vast barren desert, under the scorching sun, there was nothing but the hot yellow sand.

The sky was a deep black, almost desperate color, devoid of moonlight and starlight, as if dark clouds were covering the sky.

"Hey, there's a family that's going to spend the night here today."

I don't know how long I walked, but Mo Mingfang saw a dilapidated thatched house on a small hill that was not high in the distance and did not shelter from the wind.

"It's strange, this pond is actually in the sand, it must be a beautiful scenery, forget it, come and enjoy this wonder tomorrow."

This pond of sand lake, the sand water, mountains and reeds and birds into a painting, is natural, both the majesty of the desert Gobi, and the beauty of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is really rare in the world.

Mo Ming walked to the front of the earthen bungalow, and although there was only a shabby rag wrapped in front of the door, he did not rush in directly.

can gain a foothold in this horse thief, the wild sand raging desert, and there is no door guard, Mo Ming doesn't think he is an ordinary person.

"Is the store there, I'm lost in the desert and want to borrow a night, is it convenient?"

Mo Ming said politely in front of the door, but there was no response from inside, and when he was a little confused, the covered canvas was lifted.

The man could not see clearly in the light, but his dark cheeks were covered with a dense beard, like a clump of trampled thatch.

He wore a yellowed old silk robe and an old straw hat with yellowing on the white inside, and the hat was always worn on his head without taking it off.

Wait a minute...

The delicate facial features exude an indescribable momentum, and there is a faint charm that is terrifying. Leaning lazily against the door, his cold eyes staring directly at Mo Ming, the whole person is full of mysterious and cold charm.

The man's lips raised a graceful arc, a wisp of disdain appeared in his black pupils, and when he raised his head, his whole body exuded a shuddering cold aura, and the expression on his face was like the frost of the wax moon.

"Brother? Oh, no, Western Poison Ouyang Feng! ”

Mo Ming's heart fluctuated, turning over the clouds and the sea, staring at the person in front of him with wide eyes, and his mouth couldn't close.

Although the person in front of him was disorganized and unkempt, he actually looked like a certain Hong Kong star.

The man was stunned for a moment, and said coldly: "Who are you, West Poison?" Sounds pretty good. ”